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sparklingchim · 3 years

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better together; f | pjm

pairing: jimin x wife!reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: fluff, dad!jimin, married couple, slice of life au

warnings: oc is pregnant, nothing else unless you hate children ?

summary: just a casual day with your husband jimin and your little boy jihoon.

a/n: hello! this is a fic i wrote a while ago and thought about sharing it now🥰 there are a few more chapters that i wrote in that universe but they still need to be edited. i hope you like it!!❤

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Kick...kick...kick...

,,Why are you so active today, my little bean?" you coo, rubbing your belly and feeling the tiny kicks from your 7 month old baby girl in your womb.

,,Baby?" you hear the sound of your 2 year old little baby boy, who is sitting next to you, on his high baby chair. His pastel blue elephant bib is draped around his neck, already soiled with the chicken soup rice porridge your feeding him - even though he only ate approximately 3 spoons of it yet.

,,Your baby sister is moving," you tell him and he excitedly stretches his grabby hands, aiming for your bump, completely ignoring the spoon that he was about to latch his mouth on.

Of course his short chubby arms can't quite reach it, so you grab him from his baby stool and place him on your lap. He automatically brings both his hands on your stomach, roaming them all over your bump and anticipating the movements of his baby sister.

Both of your hands have a firm hold on his back and keep him safe on your lap, because Jihoon tends to get dynamic and thrilled at random times - especially when it had something to do with his still unborn sister. Jihoon loved feeling her kicks, even going so far to refuse to sleep sometimes and clinging onto your womb to not miss anything his sister does.

,,Ohhh," his stunned voice breaks the silence, his eyes going wide as he feels his sibling moving. You laugh at his reaction, one hand pushing his soft hair from his forehead.

When you attempt to sit him back into his baby chair, he whines in displeasure, putting pressure on your stomach with his small hands. You sigh in defeat, not wanting to make him sad because you don't let him rub your belly.

For a few seconds you let him be, granting him the glee he earns from being the closest as possible as he is able to be with his sister. The way Jihoons whole focus is solely fixated on his baby sister makes your heart swell in pure fondness. He couldn't wait for her birth just like Jimin and you.

You don't forget to feed him though. You grab a spoonful of Jihoon's porridge behind him and hold the spoon in front of his lips, waiting for him to open his tiny plump lips - that he definitely got from his dad - but his eyes are remain on your bump, not caring about the food presented in front of him. You slightly raise your hips up, causing his body to bounce on your lap to draw his attention towards you - but nothing. Jihoon simply doesn't care.

,,Jihoon-ah," you scold him with a stern tone since he's obviously ignoring you.

He looks up at you, with those big brown eyes and your heart lights up at his innocent face.

You hold the spoon closer to his mouth, but still, he doesn't attempt to part his lips, only backing away with his head.

,,No," he says and pushes your hand away with his much smaller hand. You quirk an eyebrow up at his behaviour.

You don't get to berate him again, when you hear the door opening and then closing shut again. You both immediately get excited - well, your excitement isn't really shown outside compared to Jihoon, who seeks to get off your lap and eagerly wants to rush off to his dad. His feet slowly sink down to the floor with your protecting hands around his little body and then his chubby legs sprint to the hallway, desperately wanting to greet his dad.

You hope he won't fall, because that accident happened a lot of times already - always ending up with some sobbing, teary eyes and clinging onto either Jimin or you. Your little boy let his delight go too overboard sometimes and only reserved little care into his surroundings. You'd have to teach him to be more aware of that.

,,Hello little guy," you hear Jimin's voice echoing from the hall.

,,Daddy!" Jihoon exclaims, giggling afterwards because Jimin probably spooned him up and snuggled his face into Jihoon's neck.

You just sit there, a warm smile on your lips, and don't make an attempt to get up to greet your husband too, because your feet are killing you today.

A few seconds later, Jimin enters the kitchen with Jihoon in his arms. Jihoon wrapped his arms and leg around Jimin's upper body, like a little koala bear and you chuckle at that sight. Jimin tilts his head down and places a tender kiss to your lips.

Even though Jimin was only away for 3 hours - because he had some meeting at the company - you missed his presence at home. And I seems like your not the only one who missed him, since Jihoon is practically glued to his daddys body.

,,You three are good?" Jimin asks, taking a seat beside you, while rubbing your belly in soft strokes.

,,We're all fine.", you assure him with a sincere smile. Jimin kisses you again. You just look so adorable right now.

You look at the back of Jihoon's head. Jimin's hand is placed on his back to hold him closely.

,,But Jihoonie still has to eat, right?" you say and look expectantly at his back, waiting for a reaction to your words. Jimin's gaze shoot to Jihoon's - still full - bowl and frowns.

Jihoon wiggles his body and then muffles a tiny 'No' into Jimins shoulder.

Jimin chuckles but then quickly asks ,,What's the matter, baby?" He softly nudges Jihoons head with his shoulder, wanting to see his face. Jihoon looks up to his dad, his lips forming a little pout.

,,You're shirt is stained with his food.", you giggle, after seeing the mess that Jihoons bib caused on Jimin dark shirt. He peers his eyes to the stain but doesn't say anything to that. Jimin and you were already used to dirty clothes since your little boy couldn't stop creating a mess every five minutes.

,,How come you don't want to eat anymore when it seems like you apparently enjoyed it?" Jimin asks the little boy.

You sigh and stand up. Jihoon needs to eat something and if he won't continue eating this meal, then you're going to cook something else. He was already fussy when you sat him down on the baby chair earlier and you don't want to deal with whines if your going to resist on making him eat that food.

You groan slightly when your feet carries your whole body weight and instantly place your hand on your side to steady yourself. Your bump got really big.

,,No, no, baby. I've got this, sit down. I can cook something for him," Jimin says, standing up with Jihoon in his arms and puts a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, wanting to say that it's okay, but he's faster.

,,Your feet hurt, right? Let me run you a bath, love," he says, putting Jihoon on his baby chair and whispering ,,Wait for daddy, okay?" Jimin places a quick kiss on his head. Then he bends down a bit and you feel one of his hand on the back of your knees.

,,I can walk Jimin, don't carry me," you retort, your weight making you a little insecure. Of course he doesn't listen to you and in one swift motion your in his arms. He naturally watched out not to discomfort you or the baby, while proceeding to lifting you in his arms. You hear Jihoon giggling behind you, entertained by the sight of his mommy getting carried by his daddy like a baby.

,,Your dad is so strong, Jihoonie," Jimin calls out while walking to the bathroom.

Jihoon only laughs more at that comment yelling a ,,Me too!"

,,You're saying I'm fat?" you ask hurt, swatting his chest.

,,No, no! Of course you're not fat, baby. I'm just playing with Jihoonie," he panics, looking worried and concerned, because he knows that your hormones are getting the better hand of you these days. But it weren't your hormones this time. You almost laugh at his panicked face, but you decide to hold it in and not try to sooth him. Maybe you just have a little demon inside you that likes teasing Jimin, but you think it's fine for all those times he used to tease you for something.

,,You better be," you mutter and feel his lips pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

He slowly lets you slide of his hold and you sit on the closed toilet lid, watching him as he runs water into the tub. Jimin tests the temperature of the water and hums quietly when he is satisfied with it. Then he puts some liquid inside to create bubbles and a delicious smell.

,,No bath bombs this time, I have to buy some again," Jimin says and you only nod. The fact that he even noticed that there were no bath bombs left made you want to cry. Maybe now the hormones were actually kicking in.

,,Thank you," you answer, never missing a chance to thank him for his care and thoughtfulness he's showing every day.

Jimin turns around, a lovely smile already tugging at his lips and widening once he takes me into sight.

,,You need me to help you?" he asks carefully. You shake your head as an answer.

,,No, go and feed Jihoon, your mini-me is starving," you reply. Jimin rolls his eyes at your exaggeration.

,,My mini-me is not starving," he makes clear and his eyes soften at the cute nickname you both - actually you - created for your little baby boy. Jihoon has so many of Jimins features- his nose, his lips and his eye colour are just like Jimins. You both always said how you wanted tiny replications of both of you running around the house once you'd get married, but now that it actually happened, it's scary how a tiny Jimin waddles though the house, always giggling after he'd done something he'd surely wasn't allowed to do.

,,Mommy!", Jihoon exclaims in that moment and you raise a brow up.

,,Hurry up, he's waiting," you say, swaying both your hands to shoo him away.

,,He just yelled your name. Shouldn't I be the one he's missing after coming home from a meeting?", he pouts, but doesn't wait for an answer as he leaves the bathroom.

You smile at his question. Suddenly you feel the need to snuggle your little Jihoon in your arms since he shouted your name, because he's alone, but you have to take a little break from today and his daddy is on his way to him anyway.

,,Daddy's coming!", you hear Jimin shout and you start discarding your clothes on the floor.

,,No, want mommy!", Jihoon yells back and you start laughing.

Apparently Jihoon wasn't satisfied with anything he got today.

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NOTES: Hey everybody. I'm truly sorry if any of you were worried about me being "gotten" by the Coronavirus; I swear I'm fine, and as far as I know so are the other members. Mostly I've just been doing my job (it's healthcare related so exempt from lockdowns), trying to wear masks and handwash and sanitize, social distancing and all that. Hope you're all doing the same. We can beat this scary ass virus if we all work together.And I promise I'll try to post more often. I just have had some pretty bad writer's block and lack of motivation with editing. See you soon!

=Chapter 15

A few minutes later, the fully-clothed couple emerged from the back room to thunderous applause. Weiss had been sad to have to put clothes back onto such a firm, alluring body, but there were certain standards of decency that must be observed.

Emerald, Coco, and Velvet were the most ecstatic, pumping their hands and pounding them on the back, laughing and making crude jokes that Weiss pretended to find offensive. They were offensive, but she was too thrilled with the day’s developments to truly care. She and Yang weren’t just dancing awkwardly around each other - they had been intimate. This changed everything!

Cinder, for her part, had prepared something a bit more formal.

“Congratulations,” she said as she nodded to Velvet, who turned back to the corner. “You have passed your test with flying colours.”

“You didn’t really have to go back there, though,” Emerald confessed with a small smirk. “It was more about how you reacted to the test than actually going through with it. If you just yelled at us that we were crazy and you weren’t going to ‘perform’ just for us and we should all sit on it, we would have respected that, too.”

“Like I said,” Yang sighed with her arms behind her head, lazy grin never wavering, “it was too late once you accepted. I was trying to help give you a way out.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re complaining,” Weiss grunted. Unbelievably cheesed off at Cinder for her machinations but grudgingly alright with the result.

“Of course not. I mean, hey, I got your sweet lips going down on mine. What’s to complain about?”

As the others laughed and Weiss tried not to feel any more self-conscious than she already did, Cinder cleared her throat. “Anyway. First you showed us you’re made of tougher stuff than the average paper shaker by taking the brand from Salem, and now that you’re not afraid to show a woman a good time. Two tests which mean you are a Dragon. Therefore…”

Coco began a drumroll on the table as Velvet came back from where she had been rummaging around in a bag. In her hands was a pristine, brand new, black leather jacket with yellow stripes up the sleeves. One of a fairly petite size. Even while Weiss was admiring the look of the garment, Velvet pushed it into her hands, eyes alight with excitement that the entire table seemed to be sharing.

“Wait… is this mine?” When she nodded, Weiss grinned and turned it this way and that, looking at the brilliantly-coloured dragon on the back. “Jeepers!”

With a little snort, Yang murmured, “Like Dragons say ‘jeepers’. We’ll have to teach you the lingo, how to bash ears with the best of us.”

“Wait, wait,” Coco said with a slight smile. “Hand that to Yang.” Weiss did, though she wasn’t sure what they were doing. “Now Yang, put it on her.” They both obeyed. It was nice having someone slide the cool leather over her arms for her, and she pulled it tight in the front, smiling at the scent of new leather and the warmth the insulation provided. “Good. Schnee, you’ve just been jacketed.”

“Yes, obviously.” After a moment, the other meaning caught up to her, and she turned to look up at Yang. “Oh… jacketed.”

Yang looked puzzled for an instant, as well, but then she rolled her eyes and looked back at Coco. “You mean like varsity boys ‘claim’ their girls by giving them their letterman jackets? I didn’t mean it like that. Besides, since we’re both girls, shouldn’t that mean we have to trade leather?”

“Mine probably wouldn’t fit you,” Weiss tittered. “You’re so strong and broad-shouldered.”

“And you love it,” she rumbled with a lopsided grin. Weiss felt very self-conscious about leaning up to kiss her cheek, but not enough to stop herself doing so.

“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Emerald half-sang, and the others laughed.

Talk devolved from there. Now that she was truly a Dragon, the others were a lot less wary around the Schnee heiress. Ironically, they were a lot less lewd now; half their reason for bawdy banter seemed to have been seeing whether or not it would drive their white-bread intruder away. Now, the topics mostly hovered around girls they found cute in class, more emotional wavelengths of relationships, popular music on Billboard’s Top 100. The typical things Weiss expected girls her age to care about - other than the target gender for their romantic interests. It was both freeing and bizarre to hear so much open conversation about lesbianism, which she had scarcely thought about more than once in her entire life before Yang came along.

And then there was Yang. Being in Shopkeeper’s with a warm hand grasping her own was the most contented she had ever felt in her life. And though their brief kisses made the others giggle, and once in awhile they would make an exaggerated gagging noise, it was worth it. Yang was worth everything.

Eventually, however, she noticed someone was missing. “Hey… where did Blake go?”

“Dunno,” said Emerald while Coco was still laughing from some silly pun Yang had cracked. “Said she didn’t feel well. Did she cut out?”

“Beats me,” Cinder sighed with a swig of her beer.

Weiss fell silent for a few seconds. She could tell Yang was paying more attention to her, even though the conversation continued. After a minute, when she stood up, Yang asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Just going to check. I’ll be back, I promise.”

A quick survey of the ‘employee parking’ that now served as Dragons motorcycle storage told Weiss that all the same bikes were there as had been when she arrived; after missing her at the depot while they weren’t speaking, she had begun making it standard practice to check for Yang’s hog. That was both good and bad; if Blake was still there, where did she go? Shaking her head, she went back in through the kitchen entrance.

“Mrs. Belladonna?”

“Kali, please,” the woman insisted with an easy laugh. “You don’t have to be so formal - especially considering we now have equal standing. Looks good on you, sweetie.”

The unexpected praise made Weiss smile and nervously finger the collar of her jacket. “Th-thanks. Um… have you seen Blake? I lost track of her and she’s been gone for a while.”

“Hmm. No I haven’t, I’m sorry. But my daughter can take care of herself, so you shouldn't worry.”

“Oh. Alright, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied with a slight curtsy, still poking fun at how formally Weiss was behaving around her. The princess rolled her eyes before nipping back into the main area.

Where could she have gone? Weiss checked all the other tables, the few ladies sat at the bar, and she saw no sign of the long, luxurious raven locks. On a whim, she went back into the back room before Salem could return, just in case. Still no Blake. She finally gave up and took a break to powder her nose.

That was where she found the missing Belladonna. She was poised over the sink, hands gripping the porcelain as she stared deep into the mirror. A single glance was enough to tell Weiss that her eyes were bloodshot - and a lucky thing, too, because Blake looked away the instant their gaze connected through the reflection. Otherwise she would have missed that little clue.

“What?” she demanded.

“You've been gone for a while, that's all. I was worried.”

“So? That isn't my concern. I have no control over whether you do or don't feel worried.” After a brief silence, Blake sighed. “Sorry. I'm… forget it. I'll be fine.”

Taking a tentative step forward, Weiss laid a hand on Blake's arm. “Will you?”

“Yes. If you leave me alone, yes.”

“Me?” She had to work hard to keep from overreacting emotionally to such a small phrase. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Can… you talk to me about it?”

“Really rather not. And it's not a big deal, anyway. Just ancient history.”

By this point, it didn't seem like a particularly far-fetched guess. “Is it Yang?” No answer. “Is it more about something she did, or… something she didn't do?”

“Look, Schnee,” she began with a long sigh, finally turning to regard Weiss directly as she ran her fingertips through her bangs. “I'm pleased as punch that you passed your test, and you're one of us now. And I do mean that. I was as suspicious of you as the rest of us, but getting to know you these past weeks… you're actually pretty cool. But that doesn't make us best friends who have to share every bit of gossip. This is something I don’t want to talk about right now, at all. So please, don't think that just because I don't want to talk to you about this that it means we're not friends anymore, okay?”

“Just not best friends,” she repeated, earning her a little nod. “Okay. So if I were to, say, guess the reason you're in here, crying by yourself, would that mean we are closer friends now?”

Blake let out a harsh little laugh. “Sure. You think you're so smart. We both get about the same grades, do you know that?”

“Yes, I had noticed. Very uncommon for a Dragon. I suppose that makes us both uncommon, doesn't it?” Blake didn't bother to answer. Weiss turned and hopped up on the other sink, legs dangling and kicking back and forth slowly. “That's probably what makes it so frustrating.”

“What?”

“Yang… never noticing how you feel.” When Blake moved to bolt from the bathroom, Weiss flashed her leg up to stop her. “Wait!”

“Get out of my way, Schnee.” When the leg didn't lower again, Blake turned her amber eyes on her with mounting fury. “I'll break this thing to get out of here, I swear it.”

“I'm sorry. I should have noticed, I… you were always there, always supporting Yang. Supporting both of us. Why? Why would you want us to succeed if it meant… if you wanted her all to yourself?”

Blake merely stood there, taking quick, shallow breaths for a few seconds. Suppressing any more obvious outward display of her emotions. “You really are smarter. Too smart for your own good.”

“Don't be silly. If I were smart, I would have figured this out way before seeing your face after watching us-” She thought better of what she was about to say. “After watching the initiation. That must have been very hard for-”

“Princess, I'm warning you…”

Heaving a loud sigh, Weiss finally did lower her leg. “Fine. I was just trying to help.”

“You want to help? Go away. Or… or go try to pick up Cinder, or Emerald. Hell, take Ilia - she's been buzzing around me for weeks, and I can't stand it anymore. Or just…” Her hands reached up and fisted in her hair as she let out a noise of pure frustration. “No. Forget I said anything. I want you to be happy.”

“Blake…”

“I do, and I mean that. This is just… me being stupid.”

“You're not stupid!” she burst out, hopping down from the counter and approaching. The way Blake flinched kept her from touching her arm again. “You're incredible! A-and I'm sure Yang would tell you that it has nothing to do with you not being good enough, or stupid or- or anything like that!”

After a second or two of silence, Blake eased the door open just enough to look out over the restaurant. They both stood there for a long moment and simply watched their friends laughing and talking. By now, Ilia had joined them, and even though she seemed mostly quiet she also looked thrilled to death to be part of their inner circle.

“Always thought we were a natural fit,” she finally whispered, seemingly more to herself than to Weiss. Eyes only for the blonde guffawing and slapping her knee. “Both of us 'legacies’. Her mom and my mom go way back in this organization. Not that Raven wants anything to do with us anymore, but that never stopped Yang and I from being friends. And she's so strong, and funny, and… and I have no idea why I thought I deserved her. Probably more wishful thinking than realistic.”

By now, she had let the door fall shut again. To her credit, her eyes watered but her cheeks remained dry; the tears never spilled.

“I'm so sorry,” Weiss whispered, voice as fragile as spun glass.

“For what? Being too perfect? Being exactly what Yang needed?” Blake scoffed and kicked at the tile floor. “No, no. I'm just a pathetic idiot who could never work up the courage to just tell her what I wanted. Or… I did, and we had some fun, but… I tried to play it cool and missed my chance.”

Weiss found herself staring up at this heartbroken woman, her own heart following suit. “My God. You're really in love with her.”

“So?” This time, when she turned back to Weiss, her features were fierce, determined. “The better woman won. And I expect you to treat her right. You already do so much better at showing her how you feel than I ever could have, anyway. And you are pretty, and incredible, and all those things. Maybe I'm a little jealous, but I don't want you to think… well, alright, I do resent you a tiny bit. But I promise it's nothing. I'm a big girl and I know you're a really swell gal, Weiss. This is about what's best for you two, not my sour grapes.”

Weiss no longer knew what to say. So after nearly a minute of trying to come up with something, anything, she simply threw her arms around Blake and squeezed her tightly.

“Oh, enough! Can't you just let me be upset?! This isn't something you can fix with-”

“I'm sorry!” Weiss sniffled, trying to squeeze even tighter even though her arms weren't capable of it. “Blake!”

After a few seconds of trying to squirm away, Blake sighed and begin to pet over her hair. “So sensitive…”

They remained like that for a minute or two, and eventually, Blake joined her in crying. Minutes slipped by as they both tried to vent all their strong emotions in one go. Then she had enough of the pity party and began pushing Weiss an arm's length away.

“Hey.” When the princess didn't look up right away, she cupped her cheeks with both hands, wiping the tear tracks away with her thumbs. “I'm going to be fine. It's just… fresh. Seeing her like that churned up all those feelings again, when I should be over this by now. Sorry for dumping all this on you when this should be your big day. It's… I feel like a jerk.”

“B-but you… you're so sweet, and tough, and amazing, and you deserve someone just as amazing as you are! It's not fair!”

“So give up Yang.” When Weiss's eyes widened, stunned, Blake laughed a little. “I'm kidding. But you do see my point, don't you? If we did that, then it wouldn't be fair to you. So the most fair thing is for Yang to be with the one she wants to be with.”

Weiss nodded emphatically, still sniffling. “Y-yeah. Of course I want her to be happy the most. But that doesn't mean I don't care about your happiness! You're my friend, too!”

This seem to catch the taller dragon off her guard, and she had to blink a few times to truly process the words. Then a slow, shy smile spread across her face. “Really? I thought you mostly thought of me as a Dragons tour guide. Helping keep you from drowning.”

“Are you kidding? Of course you are! But that's… not all it is, right?”

“No,” she admitted with a slight chuckle. “I'm sorry; you're right, we're friends. I'm just… irritable right now.”

Weiss hugged her tightly again. “You should have made Velvet watch instead. If I'd known it would be hard for you…”

“I know,” she whispered into her hair, rubbing up and down her back. “It's okay. I'm… okay. Or I will be. But thank you for…” A helpless little shrug accompanied her next words. “How could I be miffed when you're so wonderful for her? Yang is happy, and you're happy, and I'm happy for you.”

“Really? You're not just saying that?”

“Cross my heart.” After a few more seconds, Blake sighed. “And it could be worse.”

With a semi-contented little hum, Weiss hugged her again. “How so?”

“You could have ended up as my mother-in-law. I mean, as much as my mom seems to have taken a shine to you?”

“Oh, stop! She's just teasing me, like all of you do constantly! I mean, you've both offered to ‘make me see stars’ and you weren't serious about that, either, right?”

Blake smirked slightly.

“Right?”

“Schnee, it's only sex. I'd even try with Ilia if I was bored enough. Most of us feel that way.” Seeing Weiss’s expression made her hastily add, “But if you and Yang want to go steady, that's great! I wish you all the best!”

A vague “uh-huh” floated out of Weiss as she swayed on the spot. It was bad enough when she thought she was being teased incessantly about something she thought was not a laughing matter. But if they were all serious… then there were not just one or two, but three women confessing earnest desires to be intimate with her - and the other Dragons had all expressed similar sentiments before. Maybe she had accepted that the average person thought she was “pretty”, but this was a whole other level that Weiss was not prepared for, and she found it both humbling and consternating.

“Aww,” Blake cooed while leading her back to the table. “New lesbians are so cute.”

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Yang did apologize for snapping at their “witness” as soon as they returned to the table. Blake accepted the apology, even if her tone was a little frostier than Weiss would have hoped. It was unfortunate, but she understood; the Italian Dragon had been doing them a favour and Yang essentially thanked her by accusing her of being a Peeping Tom. That wasn’t easy to wave aside.

Not too long afterward, Kali brought out some celebratory burgers and a basket of french fries so huge that Weiss thought they would never finish them all off. Pools of ketchup started to decorate the table, and she could see Vernal rolling her eyes in disgust even from across the room.

Sadly, by the time she finished her food, it was time to leave. Pyrrha did come in to pick Weiss up, so at least she hadn’t found the last experience so harrowing that it scared her off forevermore. Her first glimpse of Weiss in the jacket had startled her, but afterward she was praising it and telling her that it flattered her frame. As purely sweet as Pyrrha was most of the time, that came as little surprise.

“Doesn’t she just look neato keen?” Emerald said, tone very slightly mocking as she laughed. “Maybe you could get one of those for yourself.”

“Me?!” she gasped with a hand pressed to her heart. “Oh, no, I couldn’t! My mother would have kittens!”

Laughing at her outrage, Cinder wrapped her arms tightly around the taller redhead’s waist. Somehow, she had convinced her to sit on her thigh the way Weiss was on Yang’s, and had on Blake’s before. That it had nothing to do with a healing burn in Pyrrha’s case seemed irrelevant to the brunette. “Maybe I could convince you.”

“I doubt that very much. But th-thank you for your interest!”

“Am I a Jehovah’s Witness? Thanking me and promising to read the Watchtower before you send me on my merry way?” But Cinder’s tone wasn’t as caustic as it could be; she was still pleased with her success in manipulating three of her fellow Dragons that day. Weiss was beginning to suspect that her passing interest in her friend wasn’t quite so passing as she would probably have everyone believe.

“N-no, you’re not,” Pyrrha sighed nervously.

Thinking she’d had enough teasing, Weiss said, “Maybe Pyrrha could come over here and sit on Yang’s other thigh. Keep me company.”

“Oh, that would be far too heavy! I… well, my muscle mass is dense from training; I weigh more than I look like I would.”

“I could handle it,” Yang laughed. “But you don’t have to if you’re comfortable there.”

“She’s comfortable.” Cinder’s hands began to smooth up and down Pyrrha’s stomach, and a blush began to creep into the tall woman’s cheeks. Weiss could tell it was pure shock with only a hint of shame; she simply had no response for this situation. “And so am I. Her firm rump is pretty warm, and it’s a little chilly in here.”

Even while Pyrrha was gulping, Blake reached over to swat her shoulder. “Do you always have to push so much? She’s practically flipping.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so chilly if you quit wearing those short little dresses,” Weiss remarked, which got the others laughing and pounding the table. Cinder, for part, merely sent a poisonous smile in her direction.

“Apparently, they’ve caught your attention, Schnee.”

If she was going to be one of the Dragons, she needed to learn how to play this game of theirs - the ‘Intolerable Flirt’ game. “But they haven’t caught me. Does that mean they need to be shorter, or what fills them to be better?”

The others all went “OOOOH” and whistled before bursting into laughter. Emerald was the only one who looked a little nervous about that, glancing anxiously at Cinder’s scowl.

“Alright, alright,” Yang chortled. “Both of you ease off your trigger fingers. This is a party!”

“Very well,” Cinder sighed, redoubling her grip on the resigned Pyrrha. “And I do already have my party favour.”

“I will get her out of there if I need a crowbar,” Weiss warned her playfully. “Unless she’s really fine with you pawing all over her like that.”

Waving a hand, Pyrrha smiled bashfully. “No, no, it’s fine! She hasn’t hurt me, o-or made me that uncomfortable.”

“But you are uncomfortable?” When she received no answer, Cinder impatiently pushed her off her lap. “Fine. Never mind then.”

“I… I’m sorry,” she said immediately. “Really, it wasn’t-”

“Forget it. I just thought we were having harmless fun, but there you are, waiting for it to be over, and I’m…” She picked up her bottle and let out a grunt of frustration when she discovered it was empty. “Be right back.”

Once she had stormed over to the bar, Pyrrha glanced at the empty seat. Yang quickly pulled her onto her own leg, and though she let out a squeak of surprise, it was followed by a quiet sigh. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. Sometimes Cindy comes on a little strong.”

“She knows I go with boys, doesn’t she? O-or at least, I want to, even if I haven’t yet. But to hear her talk, I’m already one of you and simply, um… pretending, or something.”

Coco shrugged, leaning forward on her elbows. “It’s not your fault she thinks you’re a Dolly, all for her to play with.” The double entendre made Emerald snicker. “But I agree with her that you’re very attractive. Just… ignore her advances for long enough and she’ll get the idea. You don’t owe her anything more than that.”

“And you don’t have to sit on my lap, either,” Yang told her quietly. “But the table’s pretty full, and there aren’t any more chairs.”

Pyrrha wiggled back and forth a little, still looking flushed but less nervous compared to before. “You make a comfortable chair. And I’m sitting with my best friend! This is fine with me.”

“Awwwww, best friend,” Yang cooed at Weiss, who rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. “So cuuuuute!”

“Do you have room for one more?” Blake asked, waggling her eyebrows. It was a little gross, but at least it showed she was over her brief spell of heartsickness. Weiss counted that as a win.

“Sure, Belladonna. Pile on.”

All Weiss had time to do was yelp “What?!” before Blake was flopping across hers and Pyrrha’s laps. By hanging onto each other with one arm apiece, they were able to keep from falling to either side, but Blake had to wrap herself a little harder forward and nearly slipped onto the table. An errant kick resulted in Coco complaining about ketchup getting on her jacket, though everyone was laughing so hard that her complaint was barely audible.

“Oh, fine!” Cinder blustered when she returned. “So it’s just my lap!” Everyone laughed so hard she couldn’t even stay upset, instead grunting something and turning away to hide her own bemused smile.

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“You really do have some interesting friends,” Pyrrha remarked as they drove back home.

“Yes. And one who couldn’t keep her meathooks off your body.”

Dipping her head, though not so much she couldn’t see the road ahead of them, she thought about her response for a moment as “Sweet Little Sixteen” played on the radio quietly. “The attention is nice. Though I don’t feel the same way about Cinder as she seems to feel about me.”

“Hmm.” As they rolled up to a stop sign, she glanced over and said, “You’re handling this remarkably well.”

“What do you mean? Her being a woman?” When Weiss nodded, she shrugged. “Well, I suppose it’s still strange to me. But you and Yang seem happy.”

“And do you think you could be happy with a girl?”

“Golly, no! I just don’t have any interest in them that way!”

Leaning against the door, Weiss stared out the window as the trees flashed past. One or two leaves were beginning to turn here and there. “I used to think that, too. But then again, you’ve actually got one coming after you and still feel the same way. Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I always liked women and just didn’t know it. Does that sound kooky or what?”

Her friend thought about that for a little longer, as well. “I don’t think it’s that kooky. After all, we’ve always only seen husbands and wives together; boys going with girls. Why should we have ever thought about it at all before these Dragons started whistling at you?”

“True,” she sighed wearily. “I’m just sorry if… well, if it’s harder being my friend now.”

They had been at the next stop sign for a few minutes before Weiss realised they could have driven away a long time ago. When she looked over, she saw Pyrrha looked completely stricken, frown lines worrying her noble forehead.

“What is it?”

“I’ll always be your friend!” she told her urgently. “This is… I know it might be a sin, and certainly unusual, but I know you’re still a wonderful person! Why should I let that change anything?”

“Oh,” she half-laughed in relief. “Okay, you’re right. I didn’t mean to upset you; of course I have confidence in our friendship.”

“Good,” she said with a slight smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand briefly. Then she took the wheel again and steered them toward home. “Of course, it is a little worrying that their ‘club’ is in an abandoned building. But it looks like they’re taking good care of it.”

Snickering, Weiss leaned against the door to gaze out the window again. “Only you could have a friend tell you she’s started making whoopee with a woman, become part of a gang, and the only thing you care about is the municipal building code.”

“Well, safety is important!” Further giggling became contagious this time, and they both laughed the rest of the way home.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #1950s au #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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